No explanations
“First of all, I want to make one thing quite clear;
I never explain anything.“ -Mary Poppins
“First of all, I want to make one thing quite clear;
I never explain anything.“ -Mary Poppins
This is my new favorite song. Something about it makes my heart ache and helps me to be more tender with myself. Learning to be my own, sweet butterfly.
Our revels are now ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial…
Summertime, and the livin’ is easy…
The other day a woman at my daughter’s school was telling me about the book I am an Emotional Creature: The Secret Life of Girls Around the World by Eve Ensler. She told me she wanted to loan it me and thought I would enjoy it. She told me one particular part of it reminded…
Antistrophes by Rainer Maria Rilke Ah, Women, that you should be moving here, among us, grief-filled, no more protected than we, and nevertheless able to bless like the blessed. From what realm, when your beloved appears, do you take the future? More than will ever be. One who knows distances out to the outermost star…
my heart, like a sea anemone closes up when it is touched (even softly) it soon reopens ready to be touched again and so it goes